Career advice columnists and well-intentioned mentors will always tell you to dress not for the job you have, but for the job you want.  Remember Melanie Griffith in Working Girl?   If we could see beyond the sexist and class-based stereotypes, the movie clearly made the point about the importance of image (clothing, grooming, even speech patterns) in the workplace or, at least, some workplaces.  Granted, I would never want to work somewhere that placed so much emphasis on image, especially if image took precedence over hard work and productivity.  Oh, that

When Lexi crossed the threshold onto the school bus this morning, it was momentous. Not necessarily for her since she rode the bus last year or even because it’s the first day of second grade. While Lexi is excited at seeing friends again and having a teacher who is known for her mad math-teaching skills, she has indicated that the first day is “no big deal” since she knows what to expect-same bus route, same Hello Kitty book bag and lunchbox, same principal and the same expectation that there will be pizza on Wednesdays in the cafeteria.

It was two years ago that I began writing for Working Mother Media, and my posts heavily focus on all the lessons I learn daily from my family, friends and people I meet during my travels. It all began when a former friend told me in an anonymous survey that I needed to work on humility. And why did she feel the need to tell me anonymously? Because, apparently, I also became defensive when receiving feedback I didn’t like. After getting over the initial sting, I thought about it and agreed that humility was not one of my strengths.

I read an incredible article in the newspaper last week about success. The author was giving a speech to yet another graduating class and chose to speak on the importance of kindness rather than striving to be number one. Being a general cynic and overall smart ass, I ignored the article them first time I saw it (be nice, play nice, blah, blah blah).

Has anyone ever stopped to ask why this song is so popular? My husband was a DJ, and of the hundreds and thousands of songs that exist in the world, this song was one of the most requested songs at weddings, proms, birthdays, etc…

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When I was a kid, I thought that I'd be a grown up at 18. At 16, I believed that I would be "old" at 21. In my early 20's, the number shifted to 35. By the time I hit my late 30's, I no longer wished to contemplate the matter of age.

A few days ago I turned 40. The Hubs and I celebrated with a ridiculously decadent tropical trip sans children (thanks, Nanni and Poppi!). I slept in, ate incredible meals, drank way more than I should have, took long walks by the beach and relaxed by the pool with a Kindle full of books for days on end. It was delicious. Every single moment.

I’ve got information overload.  As a working woman approaching 50, mother of a teenager and 3rd grader who struggles with reading, a wife, colleague, friend, sister, daughter, and global citizen, I feel the pressure to keep up with the latest news about my industry, leadership, management, coaching, women’s health, aging, teenage health, academic success, college trends, youth sports, healthy eating, weight management, ex

So there’s good news and there’s better news. Between work travel and family vacation, I spent the last two weeks or so away from the office – and then came back to a pile of emails and work. (It’s nice to know you’re missed, right?!)

Anyway, we had a great time as a family visiting friends, cousins and grandparents. We hit Cedar Point even though my kids won’t ride roller coasters, and we made our way through a seemingly endless chain of McDonald’s drive-throughs with the kids.

Husband and Dad. Husband and Friend. Husband and Badminton Partner. But Husband and Co-worker?? The first ones I know well and am comfortable with, but the latter is a new “AND.” In a few days, my husband and I will be working for the same organization, in the same department, in the same building, next door to each other.

What do you think about that?

When I share this with others, I receive one of two responses.

“Oh boy, I couldn’t work with my spouse! I care about my marriage too much,” or “Oh, how wonderful! Your marriage is going to be so blessed and richer because of it.”